Original doll to see the world the memory of the Phoenix, it should be many years ago, "Chinese National Geography" on that big picture, such as ink painting in general, is a writer Shen Cong-wen old gentleman's home, is a small black spot on the map, as well as the phrase words - "one of China's most beautiful town."
In fact, before departing on all the Phoenix, I have nothing to look for look. Just think, stay in my heart that years ago, the impression is too sharp too clear, such a place is the need to go slowly and taste, but also much hope that it will also remain, or do not want, after all, the town has been developed by people in the world for too long .
The day I arrived in Phoenix, is a sunny day. Into the famous Hongqiao, head to the side selling souvenirs of the Shop. Been somewhat disappointed with the mood, slowly through it. Under the bridge a corner, winding, ancient alleys appeared on the front. Because it is noon, many of those hanging meat, chickens and ducks Fanpu sub-wax smoke from time to time cooking meals of smoke, as well as bursts of incense. Through these mouth-watering smog and save moving the head, saw the tall mountains of the South gate, there are gates that Cruncher sell silver under the Miao women, I finally feel the real memory of the seedlings of this Jiang border town.
Since the early reserved the room, lucky to be admitted to the Linjiang room. To lay down their luggage, and lying in the corridor railings, the following is moist flowing Tuo, nurturing, nourishing this border town, countless literati and many lofty a paladin. Pristine river under the sun can see the plants and the rhythm of the waves flowing Diaojiao Lou blurred reflection.
Sky dimming when Piaoqi the slightest drizzle. Out all the way back is long, covered with quartzite of the alley. Strands of rain drift coupled with the years of wet grinding step, so that the stone surface is very smooth, no edges, the above product with a small shallow pit of rain. The air has a faint fragrance, a deep one, as if feeling that in the ancient and quiet atmosphere. Oncoming, there are travelers like myself, wearing newly purchased batik scarf; sat under the eaves, is a long scarf around his women of the Miao, the edge of basket has all kinds of silver; a lot of unknown small dog ran Hee frolic trouble. Street of the old house, almost all gray tiles gray walls, delicate carved eaves of Alice surprising. Almost all of these old houses into business premises, in the wood inside the walls and cantilever, the miaojia hung around the unique batik cloth, clothing, scarves, there are more modern glass-fronted cabinets, which are placed in the well-known border town of silverware . Walk through the ancient streets, I inexplicably to the feeling of a kind of intimate and familiar, as if had been here a long time, there is no strange that the early parts of the fear and anxiety.
Traversed the East Center Street, a few turning later, a huge gate appears before your eyes. North Gate - north pier gate, climb the stairs and came down the shore Tuojiang. Riding down the sky is not completely dark, I boarded the vessel, along the Tuo River downstream, in the boat slowly rhythms, my heart is completely relaxed. Although both sides have been weather-beaten one of the Diaojiaolou - thin wooden floor, feet can not hold the weight of a concrete wall behind the support of the secret; that of wood elaborately carved with flowers behind the women's hair has disappeared, but the high red lanterns hung with lights for the night in a warm atmosphere Tuojiang bring Cecil; wooden legs are still dark colors have faded into teams stand in the river in the ancient wind and rain like this after a small the town is still standing on this piece of green water in Bishan. After the boat turned around the corner, to Shen Cong-wen crossed out the direction of the old gentleman's cemetery. I thought once again with the endless flow of Tuojiang go there. Yes, Kikunami mountains that natural colored agate, accompanied by Mr. buried in his homeland in the face of the river, and green jade town in general. No other ghastly cemetery, but only Mr. Shi Toushang simple four phrases - "do as I thought, can understand the 'I', as I thought, could meet some people." Phoenix is a great reputation due to my husband and impatient.
Gradually dark night, the shop play pretend, pedestrians are empty. I recall with nostalgia the quiet atmosphere of the ancient city refused to disperse. Dim the lights shining on wet stone street, his shadow stretched, and my heart warm current float. How long has this walk has never been in a small town, feeling that it's generous and inclusive, imagine the corridors of history which has experienced revolution, blood and tears, Miao Village is also ashamed that their children want the situation long.
Dream, that ferry boat was about to set sail ... ...
Author: touknsei
